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11.
"We have yet to determine the sex of both babies," Whale said upon returning into the exam room, eyes on his clipboard and then up at the future moms. "In the current position they're in, it's a bit hard to tell for sure. Since you are halfway through the fifteenth week, it won't be long until we can see it properly. I suggest we wait a couple weeks to make an ultrasound again. If you want to know the gender, that is," he concluded.
Emma held her tongue. She was sure that was a decision Regina would want to make alone, and it surprised her when the brunette looked up with a hesitant smile on her beautiful lips.
"Do we want to know?"
We.
That small word kept ringing in Emma's ears all the way back to the Station as they drove.
"We… do?" Emma asked tentatively, and Regina's eyes glistened.
"Yes, we do," she nodded.
"Very well, then. I'll see you both in fifteen days."
Emma couldn't stop thinking about the news, and she could not stop thinking about that kiss. Was it just the heat of the moment, or did Regina actually mean it? And she couldn't stop thinking about Regina, either, no matter how much she though a cold shoulder attitude was appropriate.
"Your smile's been frozen on your lips for about three hours now, and I'm not sure if I should be happy or concerned."
She looked up at David, who stood next to her desk with a cup of coffee for her.
Emma smiled, accepting it. "Thanks. I'm just… happy beyond words."
"So my grandchild is healthy and strong, huh?"
"Your grandchildren."
"Wha- Oh, I'm not forgetting about Henry, I just-"
"Dad."
David looked at her, visibly trying to decipher the bright smile on her face.
"We're having twins."
"WHAT?"
Emma laughed proudly. "Cool, huh?"
"That is amazing!" he pulled her from her chair and squeezed her into a bone-crushing hug. "Couple more pregnancies and we can start a Charming League!"
"Dad! Air!" Emma hissed in a strangled voice.
"Oh sorry, kid," he let go of her, chuckling. "Oh wow, your mother's going to flip-"
Smiling, Emma retrieved her vibrating phone from her jacket pocket. It was a message from Regina.
I was wondering if you would like to join Henry and I for dinner tonight. If you don't have any plans. I want to tell him about the babies, and I would like you to be present. But I'll handle it if you can't make it. It's not a big deal. I would like to extend this invitation to Miss Lucas, too, should you accept it.
Regina's text always seemed worthy of parchment and expensive ink. Emma typed shamelessly fast for someone acting flippant.
Absolutely. What time?
Regina had no dignity as well, parchment-and-ink or not.
Seven sharp. I'll see you later, then. Have a good day.
Emma was smiling goofily at her cellphone, when another message popped on her screen again.
Don't forget about the reports. I want them by tomorrow.
"Shit," Emma hissed, jumping from her chair and running towards the metal file cabinets. "Every month! Shit!"
"You're not going to start that now, are you?"
"Why not?" Emma mumbled, flipping the files and selecting the huge amount that belonged to the last thirty days.
"It's your lunch break."
"Get me something from Granny's?" she threw her wallet at him, balancing the stack of files in her arms and walking clumsily towards her desk. "I have some serious Excel to do until five thirty."
"Good luck," David laughed, grabbing the keys to the Cruiser and his jacket on his way out.
Emma watched him through the glass wall. The minute he sat down behind the wheel, he picked his phone and started to type furiously.
Smirking, the blonde looked at her own phone, counting.
Seven seconds.
Incoming message from MOM.
It still cracked her up, seeing Snow White and Prince Charming totally mastering smartphone applications rather than message pigeons.
Tell me all about the appointment.
Emma grinned, picking up her phone and dialing instead.
"Honey, hi!"
"Twins, mom," she said, chuckling. "We're having twins."
"Oh my God, we need to announce that to the town! This is incredible news! Congratulations, honey! Oh, are you over the moon? I bet you are over the moon-"
XXX
Regina was still staring at her cellphone screen, when her intercom buzzed.
"Madam Mayor, if you don't need me right away, I thought I would make a pause for lunch."
"Go ahead, Miss Ritchie," she said, realizing she was beginning to feel hungry, too. "Could you be so kind and bring me something from Granny's on your way back?"
"Sure. What would you like, Mayor Mills?"
Regina considered her stomach. Everything felt okay so far. "Bring me a salad and grilled chicken."
"I'll be back in half an hour."
"Take your time, Jill. It's a slow day and I'm not that hungry yet."
"Ok, thanks."
Usually, she would have hers and Jill's order delivered to town hall, but something in the back of her head didn't feel comfortable making Ruby Lucas walk all the way there. Not after kissing Emma.
Guilty was the name and reason why she invited Ruby for dinner. It was one out of the two emotions Regina had been feeling lately.
Aroused was the other.
Since that PTA meeting, many were the days she could just not stop thinking about having sex. Her brain was cruel, making sure she remembered every detail of what it was like to do it with Emma. She usually went to bed extremely frustrated and woke up in damp underwear and extremely sensitive between her legs.
She shook her head.
Whale told her about the hormones.
Stupid Sheriff and stupid magnetism…
And that stupid Fourth of July exploding in her lower belly…
Regina hesitantly opened the bottom drawer of her desk and blushed as she took a look at its contents. Among last minute makeup and emergency pantyhose, there it was, too real to look normal inside a drawer.
She could not believe she had bought it. She threw it there the minute she took it off the bag, ashamed of herself and unable to bring it home. Sometimes she felt tempted to use it, but every time she scolded herself for even researching pregnancy tips on that evil Google thing.
People from everywhere had recommended that because it was made of cyberskin, allowing 'realistic friction and guaranteed pleasure'.That was actually written on the packing.
Regina rolled her eyes at the silliness of the situation.
She had been a Queen, and she could have anyone doing that job for her back in the Enchanted Forest. She would have called off the curse if she could see herself now, horny and buying rubber toys, because the only person that aroused her was taken.
But then she imagined Emma wearing that attached to her hips… The color matched Emma's skin complexion, now that Regina thought about it…
She was throbbing painfully, trying to convince herself that the choice in color had not been deliberate. Just a coincidence. She smacked the drawer shut with a groan of frustration. Why did she have to picture Emma in every erotic situation that happened in her head?
She gasped in surprise when Jill returned with food.
"Uh, would you like me to adjust the air conditioning?" she asked, picking the remote control from Regina's desk. "You're looking…flushed."
Sweltering seemed like a better word.
"It's just the hormones, Miss Ritchie," Regina said in a strangled voice, trying to hide her squirming thighs under the desk. "But yes, I think you can lower the temperature."
"Do you want me to call the Sheriff?" she suggested, fully aware of the whole getting-pregnant-with-the-Savior's-children situation.
Yes please…
"Please, don't," Regina moaned, unable to tell if that came out disdainful or entirely needy.
"Okay. Buzz me if you need," Jill said with a nod, carefully closing the door behind her.
Regina looked at the paper bags on top of her desk, suddenly not feeling hungry at all.
She growled angrily.
"Swan-"
XXX
Emma went out of her way to finish a month's worth paperwork in a few hours, but she was satisfied that she wrapped it up just fine. On her way home, she considered how smooth things were becoming.
She liked that change of scenario. For once, she was just a regular person going home after work, a little nervous with the perspective of having dinner with Regina and their son. She could get used to this idea.
Too bad Regina didn't think they were fit for that.
After she managed to disentangle from a hug that was – if possible – stronger than David's, Emma told Snow that she was going at Regina's so they could break the news to Henry.
She had expected a small party for that, but her mom reacted with a mysterious smile on the corner of her lips.
"Was it Regina's idea?" she inquired politely.
"Huh, yeah."
"Good. That's very nice of her."
"Yeah, right?" Emma nodded, checking her wardrobe and trying to decide what to wear.
"Very nice," Snow repeated, and the blonde realized her mother was looking incredibly smug. "We're not getting married. You need to chill."
"I know you're not," Snow shrugged, chuckling. "But that's a start."
"Mom-"
"Can't I be happy that she's being nicer to you?"
"Yes you can," Emma rolled her eyes. "I'm gonna go shower-"
"You do that. Neal and I are gonna watch a Desperate Housewives' marathon."
"Neal watches that?" she frowned.
"No, it makes him fall asleep like magic. Same goes for your father," she added with an eye roll.
"Um."
Emma didn't really know what to say; she had fallen asleep too when her mom invited her for pizza and binge-watching it.
"Go shower, you don't want to be late," Snow waved her off. "I'll go order food-"
When Emma was about to leave, Snow intercepted her at the door.
"You're not bringing a gift for her?"
"Mom, seriously-"
"No, I won't let you lose face," she shook her head categorically as she hurried to the infinite amount of flowerbeds on their laundry area. "Here," she picked a vast amount of red rose buds and brought them to the kitchen central island. Snow reached for the bottom drawer and collected a red ribbon, which she used to tie the flowers with impressive agility. "You give her these."
"I don't wanna give her flowers! Henry will think I'm… wooing her, and I know he likes that idea, and I don't want to get his hopes up!"
"This is you being sensitive and gentle to the woman carrying your babies, Emma Swan. Have some tact!"
And next thing she knew, Emma was kicked off their apartment with a flower bouquet shoved against her chest.
"Jesus," she hissed, shaking her head as she descended the flight of stairs to get outside to her car.
XXX
Regina looked at their kitchen wall clock, and then back at the oven.
Almost done.
She put on a sexy black dress and applied a generous amount of makeup, and that happened for several reasons.
She still fit in that obscenely tight piece of clothing.
She wanted to look good in front of the much younger girlfriend of her babies' other mom.
Even though she ignored it, a part of her brain was making her act like this was some sort of competitive mating dance, hence the dress that outlined parts of her anatomy she knew the Sheriff ogled a lot.
When she saw the yellow bug through the kitchen window, she hurried to the hall, combing her perfectly coiffed hair with her manicured fingers.
Regina stopped by the archway; she wanted Emma to hear the clicking of her heels instead of realizing that she had been waiting behind the door.
The bell rang, and Regina strutted majestically slow to get it as she smoothed her dress.
First, as the door flared open, she registered a wooden scent that was unfamiliar until now, but that had her ovaries twisted into a painful knot. Then, she realized that Emma was alone on her porch, holding a bouquet of red roses.
Regina swallowed hard.
"Good evening," she muttered quietly, her dark eyes roaming shamelessly over the blonde's figure. "Where's Miss Lucas?" she forced herself to ask.
"Hey," Emma smiled, and her ovaries started a conga line. "Um, it's just me tonight."
"Very well, come in."
"Thanks."
Regina shut the door, closing her eyes as she once again inhaled the wooden scent when Emma passed by her. She also took inventory of the blonde's outfit. Tight jeans, ankle boots, loose white shirt… And she definitively had Regina eating out of the palm of her hand with that perfume…
"Huh, these are for you," Emma said awkwardly, giving her the flowers. "They're from my mom," she added quickly, as if it was important to stress out that she was not doing anything romantic.
Regina made unhuman effort to keep her expression neutral and pleased as she accepted it.
"Well, thank her for me. It was very kind."
"Oh, no problem. She, you know, got them just now from the vase we have home, so… It was nothing, really."
Regina offered her a small smile. "Still, I appreciate it. Could you please go get Henry in the living room? I'll go put these on water-"
"Sure," Emma nodded, spinning on her heels and disappearing on the doorway to their left.
XXX
"Shit," she hissed once she was out of earshot. She didn't mean to behave so clumsily, but hell, that woman didn't give her a break with that cleavage. She was pretty sure she had been a babbling mess worthy of a Neanderthal Award, and she secretly prayed their children didn't inherit that from her.
"Hi, ma!" Henry grinned from ear to ear once he spotted her by the door. He was playing a baseball game on his Nintendo Wii, and he quickly made room for her on the couch.
"Hey, kid," she hugged him.
"C'mon, I'll show you how I can kick your ass at sports."
"It doesn't count if it's on TV. What the hell is wrong with grass and sunlight? This is just lame-"
"Oh yeah?" he gave her a cheeky grin. "Let's see what you can do if you think it's so lame and below you-"
"Your mom told me to come get you. I think dinner's ready-"
"Are you scared?"
She narrowed her eyes at his provocative tone.
"You are so dead, kid-" she snarled, snatching the control from his hand.
XXX
Regina filled a pot with water on the kitchen sink and organized the rose buds carefully as her heartbeat pulsed against her ribcage and other more inappropriate places of her body.
Dear. God.
What was the deal with that woman and that perfume? Why did she have to wear it tonight? Regina began feeling nauseous around people using perfumes she usually liked, but that scent had hit a g spot on her brain.
And she could not shake the feeling of her jeans clad ass, and her long, toned legs, and her biceps under that loose shirt…
The oven timer rang and she snapped back to reality, hurrying to get oven mitts. Regina removed the lasagna and carefully placed it on top of the counter.
It was a simple recipe, and she could have prepared a lot of other more elaborated dishes, but she knew it was Emma's and Henry's favorite. She picked the flowers and bought them to the dining room, placing the vase on a beautiful credenza on the right side of the table.
She came back for the lasagna and placed it at the center of the table, feeling oddly flushed. She checked the house's thermostat to make sure she didn't turn on the heat by accident, and then she moved to the central air conditioning panel. The visor indicated that the house stood at a pleasant temperature.
She heard yelling and growling coming from the TV room, realizing that the two children were probably hypnotized by some electronic game again. Regina stopped by the doorway in the moment Emma swung her control and did a magnificent batting.
Regina would let Emma cover all her bases, no problem…
She gasped imperceptibly and shook her head in exasperation. "Dinner's ready."
"Oh, sorry," Emma grinned guiltily.
Regina almost moaned out loud with that adorably naughty face.
"I was just teaching him a lesson. Never dare me on sports," the blonde added, placing the control on the coffee table.
"You were supposed to suck at this," Henry said disgruntled. "You're old!"
"I'm not that old!"
"That's why I don't support sports," Regina pointed from one to another with her index finger. "It makes you grumpy and competitive. Lucky for you, I can fix the grumpy part. Let's eat."
Emma punched Henry's shoulder softly and grinned down at him, pulling him under her arm towards the table. She suddenly remembered why they were playing happy family, and she started to feel nervous again.
It was one thing to lose the only-child-throne for one baby. Could he handle two?
As they sat down on the arranged spots – Regina at the head of the table; Emma and Henry facing each other – the blonde inhaled deeply with her eyes closed.
"Mm, it smells delicious," she muttered.
Upon realizing that it made Regina flush, Emma kicked Henry underneath the table.
"Hey- Yes!" he cringed and then quickly understood it. "It looks amazing, mom!"
"Why, thank you," Regina said grinning, reaching out to cut a slice looking proud. "Who wants the first serving?"
"Should we fight for that, too?" Emma asked, winking at Henry.
"That I can beat you," he laughed, turning to Regina.
"No need to ask," the brunette chuckled, looking at him with adoration, offering Emma a small smile of appreciation.
Emma and Regina ate mostly in silence, but Henry was at full speed, bringing subject after subject to the table. He seemed eager to keep them talking and interacting, until he caught his brunette mother throw a significant look at the blonde one.
"I knew there was something wrong," he rolled his eyes.
"What?" Emma asked with a frown.
"Honey, what are you talking about?" Regina looked positively lost.
"The three of us, together, having fun, being polite, laughing. There must be something really bad going on."
Regina was ready for a big protective momma speech when Emma spoke in a low voice.
"We screwed you up, kid," she said with a head shake.
"Emma," Regina hissed.
"Sorry, kid," she went on, unable to help a smile at the brunette. "But we have amazing news…"
"Mom?" he looked suspiciously at Regina, who couldn't help smiling either.
"We're having… twins," she said tentatively. "You're getting two siblings."
"What?" he chuckled incredulous. "Are you guys serious? Mom-"
Relieved, Emma just watched as he stood up and hugged Regina. Maybe they were not a family for mere technicalities, but that image was Emma's home.
For a child of the System… That was something.
XXX
Regina was lying on her side on a wide lounge chair, barefooted.
She sipped her tea as she watched her son and the overgrown child that was his other mother playing videogames.
The pair had kicked Regina out of the kitchen for about forty minutes, and she was only allowed back when the last plate was clean and dry on its shelf. From what she heard, doing the dishes was the most hilarious thing in the world. She even overlooked the noise of broken china, a giggle, and then Emma's clumsy magic fixing it.
For that reason, it was way past Henry bedtime, but for once, Regina ignored her own rule. Watching them was too precious…
Everything was fine, until the game became a little too heated and both Henry and Emma were sweating.
Before Regina could think about standing up and adjusting the temperature, the incredible Miss Swan started to unbutton her shirt.
In slow motion.
Wind blew her hair as she pulled one arm out and then the other, a primitive Viking song playing on the background as she stripped-
"Mom!"
Regina gasped, snapping her neck, realizing that her son was bending over her.
"You're sweating more than us," he told her quietly.
"Go get her some cold water," Emma said to him, walking over the chair and crouching in front of Regina. "Hey, are you okay?"
Her frown and voice were laced with worry, and Regina almost literally melted into the puddle that formed in her underwear.
Emma was wearing one of her cruel singlets, but this one had to be the cruelest, because it was incredibly tight. Her arms were in full display, and after swinging the control so much, her veins were more prominent than ever on her hands and wrists.
"I'm fine," Regina muttered, reaching out for a magazine to fan herself. "It's just… heat."
"Hormones, huh?" Emma gave her thigh a playful squeeze and stood up to adjust the temperature on the wall panel.
She was gone, but the impossibly warmth of her hand remained on Regina's leg. She was throbbing so much to the point of getting sensitive with mere friction from her clothes. Her nipples went hard against the tight fabric of her dress, but it felt like she would combust and the dress snap open on its own if Emma looked at her again with those green eyes.
Henry returned from the kitchen with a bottle of water he got on the fridge, and Emma came next, still looking a little concerned.
"Look at the time, I shouldn't have stayed so late-"
"It was cool that you stayed," Henry interrupted Emma, and then he turned back to his other mom. "We'll help you to your bedroom and I'll lock the door after ma leaves."
Before Regina could protest, they were both lifting her from the couch, and Regina felt relief when Emma let go of her and only Henry held her hand as they went upstairs. He made a point to wait by the door until she changed into her nightgown inside the suit bathroom and sat down on her bed.
"Wake me up if you need, mom," he said seriously, turning on the air conditioning in the bedroom, too. "Do you feel better?"
"Yes, honey. Thank you," she cupped his cheek tenderly, giving him a goodnight kiss and waiting until he was out to remove her robe.
She was about to slump down her bed ungracefully, very uncomfortable with the arousal between her legs, when the door burst open again and Emma was revealed. She had put her shirt back on but Regina still wanted to wrap her legs around her waist and get fucked against any surface available.
"Oh wow," Emma chuckled, holding the bottle of water. "Sorry to barge in… We left it downstairs and I thought I'd leave it here so you don't have to keep going down to the kitchen every time you feel thirsty. Drink some, you need to keep… hydrated."
Her voice was quiet, punctuated as she moved around Regina's bed and softly placed the bottle on the bedside table. She flicked her magnificent fingers to get rid of the sweated water, and stared down at Regina for a moment.
"Um… Thank you for inviting me tonight," she mumbled, placing a hand on her shoulder and then retreating towards the door. "It meant a lot to me. Don't hesitate to call if you don't feel okay. Okay," she grinned. "Good night, Regina."
When the door clicked shut and only that infernally amazing perfume lingered behind, Regina threw herself back against the pillow and moaned. She needed that woman to come back and take care of her, she needed to rub herself against something, anything.
"That's enough," she breathed, snapping her fingers. The object that she had kept in her bottom drawer back in town hall appeared at the palm of her hand.
Still avoiding to look at it, Regina used her magic to close the window curtains, lock the door and turn off the light. She closed her eyes and slid her hand under the covers, removing her ruined underwear, enjoying very much the sensation of cotton sheets against her ass cheeks.
Regina took a deep breath and enchanted the object to move according to her thoughts so she could keep her hands free. She groaned faintly when the tip made contact with her very wet and engorged clit.
She spread her legs, inevitably picturing Emma.
"Oh Swan…"
XXX
Regina dropped Henry in school and marched bravely inside Granny's diner.
Getting relief was a blessing at the same time that it made her feel foolish. It was not right to crave someone she rejected so easily back then. So what if they cuddled inside a pirate ship? So what if they were having twins? So what if they already shared a son?
They were not a couple. Because she didn't want them to be.
Regina admitted she had been a fool, but now Emma was committed in another relationship. And she suspected Ruby didn't show up for dinner for obvious reasons.
She was so determined to cut some sharp edges that she was caught by surprise when she ran into Dorothy sweeping the restaurant.
"Miss Gale," she said. "I thought I assigned you to take care of the animal shelter."
"I am just helping here," Dorothy mumbled.
"Seriously, you don't have to- Regina," Ruby came to a halt as she barged in from the kitchen, wincing slightly at the abrupt movement.
"I was wondering if we could talk," Regina said quietly.
Dorothy took off the apron and placed the broom behind the counter, hurrying out without much of a word.
"Is there something wrong?" Ruby asked, folding her arms.
"Yes, well, we never got along from the beginning… And after you and Emma…" her usually imposing voice trailed off as she sat down on a stool and started at her hands. She looked up at Ruby. "I wish we could at least try and be civil. For Emma's sake."
Ruby frowned in confusion. Regina looked mildly uncomfortable.
"That kiss was a mistake because I was thrilled about the twins, but it wasn't her fault," she said in a haste. "I hope you're not angry with her, even though she makes it very hard for people not to be angry with her… Anyway," Regina shook her head once she noticed she was starting to babble. "I apologize for that, and I was hoping that you could overlook that as a hormonal mistake."
The younger woman had no idea if she wanted to scoff or groan. Those two were frustrating.
"Regina, I broke up with Emma about… three weeks ago? Whatever happened before and after that… It's none of my business. With all due respect."
"Oh."
"And twins, huh?" Ruby arched her eyebrows. "Congrats for that."
"Thank you." Regina said quietly, inhaling sharply. "I am really sorry about… this," she added a little flustered, walking away towards the door.